-I think there’s someone at the door. Peter sighed and looked away from the newspaper he had been reading since he had started his breakfast with his family. He looked at his wife and smiled. After sixteen years of marriage, as both were approaching their forties, he was still in love with Laura. Her brown hair, her blue eyes, not to mention her generous cur...
Fuller spotted her at Coffee People sipping a mocha. She was reasonably attractive, but seemed disheveled. Strands of hair had escaped from her ponytail, her blouse had a coffee stain, and bulged a little where it tucked into her skirt. She wore a wedding ring. He sat next to her. Fuller considered himself a player. He knew women found him irresistibly att...
(this story does go across different categories, but I thought I would put it under the category for which it ends, instead of where it begins, please let me know what you think, by voting or sending me feed back) * By the time I got to my room, Cynthia was already there, and I wasn't sure why, but she stepped in with me, and she was about to let me know w...
The name is Craig Johnstown. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young black man living in the small rural town of Hawking, Oregon. The story that I am about to tell you concerns a certain dark period in my life. I call it the Dark Side. It doesn't matter if you're a good person with strong morals and principles, you can only be pushed so far before you start...
Salutations, sluts, bitches and pigs. This is Mistress Yasmina Hussein, a happily divorced Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I've been dabbling in the realm of BDSM for a while and I've gotten quite good at it. What can I say? I like to dominate both men and women, especially people of color. Black on Black BDSM and Kink are suprem...
"Natalia!-Natalia!" "Hey mom I was just on my way out" Rushing I grab an apple and place it between my teeth as I pick up my jacket and put it on. "You're leaving again? We see you less than when you weren't staying here. I was hoping to spend more time with you while you stay here this summer." "I'll be back later mom, I'm just going over to Thomas for a...
This story takes place in season 7 of the show Pretty Little Liars, when all the girls are around 23 years old. ***** Hanna Marin stretched lazily before opening her eyes. The sun was pouring through the curtains on a sunny Saturday morning in Rosewood and figured it was about 8am. She looked over at the body sleeping beside her and grinned. Emily Fields....
By the time you slid your fingers in my ass I knew it was time. My ass was so hungry for your dick that it began to lubricate itself. I keep begging you to fuck me but you like to make me suffer.... you like to tease me. The fact that you always make me obey your command turns me on. I can feel you grabbing at my hair- you then turn my face and kiss my lip...
What's up, people? I'm Abdullah Jama, a big and tall Black Muslim man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a rather unusual tale to share with you. I work for the CRA as an auditor, a job I've held for over twenty years, ever since I got my MBA at the University of Ottawa. In this tough economy, I am a successful Black male professional. I count my ble...
"Call me Nana, it's short for Nasira," said the round-faced, pleasantly plump and big-bottomed Somali Muslim gal. Suleiman nodded, and smiled at her. As jaded as he'd become by the age of thirty four, Suleiman couldn't help feeling a certain...something, whenever he was in her presence. At the office building where they worked, Nana was the only one who ackn...